Threshold

© 2009 Oliver David Franklin

Curtains drawn like weapons,
Line from line
Stepping out of time
I could lock these doors or bar the windows

But if you have to know,
If you have to know
I will let you go

And if I had three wishes,
Let me say
That I would only need the first
And I would beg the hours to be longer

But if you have to know,
If you have to know
I will let you go,

Out where they praise nothing at all,
And death has a million names
Until you can hold nothing at all
And only the end remains

In this ruined world of ours,
We’ve all grown old
Standing still on someone else’s threshold

But if you have to know,
If you have to know
I will let you go

Out where they praise nothing at all,
And death has a million names
Until you can hold nothing at all
And only the end remains
Only the end remains